As you see the light growing in front of you, your eyes close completely as you cry from the pain.
And thus, you are born.
A pain to write, 100% self insert. Hate it
[Jokes on you, I've practiced writing in 2nd person before, though its in a mix of tenses. Here it was.]Most write either in 1st point of view or 3rd point of view.
Writing prompt: Write a story more than a few paragraphs long, completely in the second point of view, one that is not a CYOA type of story.
Nice!!![Jokes on you, I've practiced writing in 2nd person before, though its in present tense. Here it was.]
The stark night sky failed to detract you. The glimmer of the moon’s light appeared enough to illuminate the forest clearing or, at the very least, what little of it you could see.
You looked up.
The thing was more than two heads taller, a green-skinned creature that mimicked a human. Horns upon a bald head and a body packed full of muscle. It was beefy, massive, but far from the first time you fought a towering opponent. As it turned towards you, a hand wielding a greatsword possibly the length of your body, you readied your dagger.
“Come,” There’s a smirk above your bleeding lips, your stomach rumbles and those thin arms of yours paled in comparison to the creature’s. But, above all, you don’t care—a beast in hunger did anything for blood, after all.
It came suddenly with speed far too great for its massive body, swinging its weapon from high above and releasing a roar.
Your hand twirled along with the dagger, you leapt from your squat, your blade scraping by another. Dodging a scratch to your face, bare feet slid against the forest floor, the moisture of the grass peeved you, itching your skin, but your crimson eyes focused.
You came upon its back, the beast in the midst of turning, and jumped. A roar followed a stab into its neck. You kick off, slicing a chunk of meat before throwing your dagger into its skull.
A thud hit the earth, crippling it to its knees as your feet shattered its ankle.
Your hands spark with electricity, dancing and crackling, and you waste no time impaling the creature. Soon, its dying breath came, and you allowed its fall.
“There we go,” Those words came as quickly as the thought of killing another living being left you.
You’ve been counting.
Twenty days has passed since you arrived as a vampire within this dungeon. You’re certain you’re getting the hang of things, but an end is not in your sights. There was yet a fucking escape from this place.
The thought of your endless motions within this endless forest left and your fangs grow. Biting into the neck of the corpse before you, you decide the taste of blood was better than death.
The changes to your body came immediately, however. Your mass noticeably enlarged, and you watch with interest as your thin arms beefed to toned biceps. Even more so, as you stared, you became certain you had grown a head taller within the span of a few seconds. The rough patch of clothing couldn’t contain you any longer, but you choose not to strip. It’s better to be uncomfortable than to fully become a beast.
It's a legitimate novel, published through an honest to God publisher, written entirely in second person.Never heard of it but am no interested.